RevivaiUst 
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FROM   THE   LIBRARY  OF 

REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.   D.  D. 

I 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


The  Revika-lisb 


CONTAINING 

OJvTE    HUNDRED  CHOICE    REVIVAL   HYMNS,  AND  ONF 
HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY-FIVE 
CHORUSES ; 

DESIGNED  FOR  USE  ON 

'      REVIVAL  OCCASIONS, 


FIRST  EDITION. 


NASHVILLE,  TENV,: 

CUMBERLArND    PREaUYTERIAN    PUBLISHING    HOUSE. 
1880. 


Entered  according  to  the  act  of  Congress  in  the 
year  1880,  by 

L.  McWHERTER, 
in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at 

Washington,  D.  C. 


STEREOTYPED  AND  PRINTED  AT    THE  CUMBERLAN1>- 

PRESBYTERIAN    PUBLISHING    HOUSE, 

NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


PREFACE 


This  collection  was  made  with  special  reference 
to  the  wants  of  country  churches,  on  revival  occa- 
sions. My  experience  as  an  evangelist  gave  me  an 
insight  into  the  wants  of  tliose  churches,  that  I  am 
oonfident  this  littJe  book  will  fully  supply;  for  it 
will  give  them,  at  a  very  small  price,  just  exactly 
what  they  neei),  so  that  all  may  sing.  It  will  at  the 
same  time,  no  doubt,  be  used  largely  and  profitably 
by  town  and  city  congregations. 

The  REVIVA1.1ST  contains  just  one  hundred  re- 
vival songs,  with  a  hundred  and  twenty-five  grand, 
old  choruses,  all  sound  in  doctrine  and  extremely 
devotional  in  spirit. 

I  express  my  gratitude  to  the  good  brethren  who 
have  so  kindly  assisted  me  in  this  work ;  and,  also, 
to  publishers  who  gave  me  permission  to  use  their 
hymns.  1  may  have  used  some  that  I  had  no  right 
to ;  if  so,  it  was  uot  intended,  and,  if  notified,  I  will 
try  to  make  it  satisfactory. 

Hoping  The  Rkvivalist  may  contribute  largely 
to  the  success  ot  revival  efforts  all  over  the  land,  it 
Is  most  affectionately  dedicated  to  the  "Leading 
Spirits  "  of  the  great  Revival  ot  180U.       , 

L.  McWhektek. 

Princeton,  Ky.,  Nov.  1, 18S0. 

(3) 


O  Lord,  revive  thy  work:  wilt  thou  not  rie- 
vive  us  again,  that  thy  people  may  rejoice  m 
thee?  .  .  .  Sing  with  the  spirit  and  with 
the  understanding,  making  melody  m  yousr 
heart  to  the  Lord. — Bible, 


THE   REVIVALIST 


1  S.  M.  Wesley. 

Responsibility. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify ; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfil ; 

O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 

And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare; 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 
And  on  thyself  rely. 

Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

CHORUS. 
(To  Jesus  My  All.) 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone, 

And  we'll  all  shout  together  in  that  morning; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon, 

And  we'll  all  shout  together  in  that  morning; 
In  that  morning,  in  that  morning,  my  Lord, 

And  we'll  all  shout  together  in  that  morning. 

(5) 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C.  M.  Watiw. 

Sufferings  of  Christ. 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

CHORUS. 

O,  how  I  love  Jesus, 
O,  how  I  love  Jesus, 
0,  how  I  love  Jesus, 

Because  he  first  loved  mc. 
How  can  I  forget  thee, 
How  can  I  forget  thee, 
How  can  I  forget  thee, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide^ 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Saviour  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

3  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

4  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Christian  Soldier, 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 


We  will  stand  the  storms, 

We  will  anchor  by  and  by,  by  and  by, 
We  will  stand  the  storms, 

We'll  anchor  by  and  by. 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

S  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage.  Lord : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 

4  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 

In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C.  M.  Newton, 

Amazing  Grace. 

1  Amazing  grace — how  sweet  the  sound — 

That  saved  a  wretch  hke  me ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found; 

Was  bUnd,  but  now  I  see. 


O,  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the  frowns  of  the 
world, 

For  we  all  have  a  cross  to  bear ; 
It  will  only  make  the  stars  the  brighter  shine. 

When  we  all  get  a  crown  to  wear. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved; 

How  pricious  did  that  grace  appear. 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come ; 

But  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail. 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

5  And  should  the  earth  dissolve  like  snow. 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 

Still  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 


THE  REVIVALIST, 
CM. 

Approaching  Christ. 

1  Approach  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat. 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 

There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 


CHORUS. 

O,  the  gospel  ship,  is  a  gallant  ship; 

A  ship  both  safe  and  sound ; 
O,  who  will  sail  on  the  gospel  ship, 

For  the  glorious  land  she's  bound. 
Come  without  money,  there  is  no  price. 

No  terms  could  easier  be, 
For  Jesus  paid  our  passage  there, 

And  we'll  have  passage  free. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh: 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee. 
For  such,  O  Lord,  am  I, 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 
By  Satan  sorely  prest. 

By  war  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 


4  O  wond'rous  love,  to  bleed  and  die. 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name ! 
1* 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
L.  M. 

Expression  of  Gratitude. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee; 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free  I 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall. 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving-kindness,  "O  how  great! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood; 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good  I 

4  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart; 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
O !  may  my  last  expiring  breath. 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  1 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day; 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

6s.  Wesley. 

Christ^s  Intercession, 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise. 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears,     • 
The  bleeding  sacritice 

In  my  behalf  appears: 


Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  to  him  I  owe ; 
Sin  had  left  a  crimson  stain, 

He  washed  it  white  as  snow, 

2  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears. 
Received  on  Calvary ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  plead  for  me : 

3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  one, 

He  cannot  turn  away 
The  presence  of  his  Son. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  a  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear. 

CHORUS. 
(To  P.M.) 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  purchased 

our  pardon. 
We'll   praise   him   again   when   we   X)ass  over 

Jordan. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

8s  &  6s. 
Sad  Gethsemane. 

1  Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow, 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go, 

To  sad  Gethsemane ; 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men, 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above, 
■"  My  Father  can  this  cup  remove." 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still, 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
^'Behold  me  here,  thy  only  Son, 
And  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done." 

4  The  Father  heard,  and  angels  there, 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain, 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

6  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep ; 

To  sad  Gethsemane, 
We'll  look  and  see  the  Saviour  there, 
And  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer. 

CHORUS. 

I'm  bound  for  home,  for  my  blissful  home. 

The  house  and  the  city  above ; 
And  all  who  forsake  their  sins  may  come, 

And  dwell  in  that  city  of  love. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M.  Grigg, 

Jesus  at  the  Door. 

1  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 


O,  the  Saviour  is  standing  at  the  door! 
0,  the  Saviour  :s  standing  at  the  door! 
Will  you  let  hiui  in  ?    He  will  cleanse  thy  sin. 
O,  the  Saviour  is  standing  at  the  door ! 

2  0  lovely  attitude !     He  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands* 
O  matchless  kindness!  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  Friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  Friend  you  need ; 
The  Friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine. 

That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn ; 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

iO  8s  &  7s. 

An  Appeal  for  Prayer. 

1  Brethren,  we  have  met  to  worship 
And  adore  the  Lord  our  God; 

Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 
While  we  try  to  preach  the  word? 

CHORUS. 

All  is  vain,  unless  tlie  Spirit 
Of  the  Holy  One  come  down; 

Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around, 

2  Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  you 
Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  woe; 

Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 
Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 

3  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help  us, 
While  we  struggle  hard  with  sin; 

Will  you  tell  to  trembling  mourners, 
Jesus  waits  to  welcome  them? 

4  Let  us  love  our  God  supremely, 
Let  us  love  each  other  too ; 

Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners. 
Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new. 

CHORUS. 
{To  Come  Thou  Fount.) 
I  am  happy,  I  am  happy. 

And  I'm  hajjpy  in  the  Lord, 
Nor  I  don't  want  to  stay 
Forever  here. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

1  C.  M.  Watts. 

Seeking  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove^ 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look!  how  we  grovel  here  beloAV^ 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ! 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  lit  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies, 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  livo 
At  this  poor,  dying  rate— 

Our  love  is  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  sreat  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

CHORUS. 
{To  Jesus  My  All.) 

O,  the  Lord  has  been  with  us, 
And  the  Lord  is  still  with  us. 
And  he's  promised  to  be  with  us  to  the  end. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

12  C.  M.  E.  Jones. 

Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve — 

Oome,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : 

2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 

I  know  his  courts;  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach 
Whose  scepter  pardon  gives; 

Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch. 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  Fgo ; 
I  am  resolved  to  try ; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

S.  M.  Watts. 

Christians  Rejoicing. 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known; 

Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

CHORUS. 

O,  you  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord, 
O,  you  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord, 
O,  you  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord, 
Or  you  can't  go  to  heaven  when  you  die. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banished  from  the  place ; 

Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

S  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Wno  never  knew  our  God; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Bjfore  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tetir  be  dry; 

"We're  marching  through  Iinmanuera 
ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
a2 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

8s  &  7s.  Robinson. 

Mercies  Acknowledged. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 

Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

CHOEUS. 

1  will  arise,  and  go  to  Jesufl, 

He  will  embrace  me  in  his  arms; 
In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Saviour, 
0,  there  are  ten  thousand  charms, 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure 
Sung  by  raj^tured  saints  above ; 

Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God; 

He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

4  O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 

Let  thy  grace.  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

5  Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

8s  &  7s.  Habt. 

Sinners  Invited  to  Jesus. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power: 


Turn  to  the  Lord  and  seek  salvation, 
Sound  the  praise  of  His  dear  name ; 

Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  come  to.  reign. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 
God's  free  bounty  glorify: 

True  belief  and  true  repentance — 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger; 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 

All  the  fitness  He  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  'till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 


Chorus. — 


Oh,  the  blood !  the  precious  blood ! 

That  Jesus  shed  for  me ; 
Upon  the  cross,  in  crimson  flood, 

Just  now,  by  faith,  I  see. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

English. 

Come  to  Jems. 

1  Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now; 

Just  now,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus,  just  now, 

2  He  will  save  you,  etc 

3  He  is  able,  etc. 

4  He  is  willing,  etc. 

5  He  is  waiting,  etc. 

6  He  will  hear  you,  etc. 

7  He  will  cleanse  you,  etc 

8  He'll  renew  you,  etc. 

9  He'll  forgive  you,  etc. 
0  If  you  trust  Him,  etc. 

11  He  will  save  you,  etc. 

CHORUS. 
(To  Jesics  My  All.) 

There's  none  like  lovely  Jesus^ 

Glory,  hallelujah ! 
There's  none  like  lovely  Jesus, 

Glory,  hallelujah ! 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

7s.  Cennioi 

The  Pilgrim'' s  Song, 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey,  let  us  sing; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 


Let  us  walk  in  the  light. 
Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
In  the  light  of  God. 

2  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O,  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord!  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below : 
Only  Thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C.  M. 

Keep  Praying. 

1  Come  burdened  souls,  with  all  your  gilt, 

And  all  your  weight  of  woe  ; 
There's  mercy  at  a  throne  of  grace, 

Keep  praying  as  you  go. 


Keep  praying,  ever  praying, 
Through  all  our  journey  below; 

To  Jesus,  to  Jesus, 

Keep  x)raying  as  you  go. 

2  Behold  the  precious  Lamb  who  died 
For  man,  His  love  to  show  ; 

And  while  you  seek  the  blood-stained  cros8. 
Keep  praying  as  you  go. 

3  Young  soldiers,  gird  your  armor  on. 
And  boldly  meet  the  "foe ; 

Let  faith  direct,  and  hope  inspire, 
Keep  praying  as  you  go. 

4  Ye  pilgrims  on  the  heavenly  way, 
Through  trials  here  below, 

O,  never  doubt  a  Saviour's  love; 
Keep  praying  as  you  go. 

CHORUS. 
{To  Come  Burdened  Souls.) 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given : 

The  hope  when  daj^s  and  years  are  past. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

S.  M.  Beddomk./ 

Christ  In  Tears. 

1  I)iD  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep? 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  ev'ry  eye 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see ! 

Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep: 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


SONG.— Chorus. 

O,  fathers,  (mothers,  etc.)  ar'nt  you  happy, 

And  don't  you  want  to  go, 

To  leave  this  world  of  sorrow, 

And  trouble  here  below  ? 

Lord,  I  want  more  religion ! 

Lord,  I  want  more  religion ! 

Lord,  I  want  more  religion, 

To  help  me  on  to  Thee ! 

Religion  makes  me  happy. 

And  then  I  want  to  go. 

To  leave  this  world  of  sorrow 

And  trouble  here  below. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
20  C.  M.  DODDRIGE. 

The  Christian's  Inquiry. 

1  Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see, 

Vnd  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

CHOKUS. 

I  want  to  live  a  christian  here, 
I  want  to  die  a  shouting; 

I  Wimt  to  feel  my  Saviour  near, 
When  soul  and  body's  parting. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 
Then  let  me  nothing  iove: 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  w  ith  pleasure  bound. 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 

Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead? 

5  Thou  knowest  T  love  thee,  dearest  Lorr', 
But  oh  !  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


THE    REVIVALIST, 

21  7s  &  6s. 

The  Moui-ner^s  Comforter. 

1  Drooping  souls,  no  longer  grieve^ 
Heaven  is  propitious ; 

If  on  Christ  you  do  believe, 
You  shall  find  him  precious. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wounds 
Oh  !  the  wondrous  story ; 

I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found- 
Glory!  glory!  glory! 

2  Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 
Calls  the  mourner  to  him ; 

He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

3  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  sidCy 
Runs  the  healing  lotion ; 

See  the  rich,  consoling  tide. 
Boundless  as  the  ocean, 

4  See  the  living  waters  move. 
For  the  sick  and  dying ; 

Now  resolve  to  find  his  love, 
Or  to  perish  trying. 

5  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flowSp 
Now  I  know  I  feel  it; 

■  Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
2b 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M. 

Tlie  Land  for  Me. 

1  Farewell,  farewell  to  all  below, 
My  Saviour  calls  and  I  must  go; 

1  launch  my  boat  upon  the  sea — 
This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 

2  I  find  the  winding  path  of  sin 
A  rugged  road  to  travel  in — 
Beyond  the  chilling  waves  I  see 
The  land  my  Saviour  bought  for  me, 

3  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 
We'll  enter  on  fair  Canaan's  coast, 
The  land  of  Paradise  to  see, 

And  that's  the  land,  the  land  for  me. 

4  0  sinner,  why  will  you  not  go ! 
There's  room  enough  for  you,  I  know- 
My  boat  is  sound,  and  passage  free, 
And  there's  a  better  land  for  thee. 

■5  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  cannot  stay. 
The  home  I  seek  is  far  away ; 
Where  Christ  is  not  I  cannot  be, 
That  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 

6  There  is  a  land  prepared  for  me, 
The  price  was  paid  on  Calvary ; 
I  have  some  friends  I  hope  to  see, 
And  that's  the  land,  the  land  for  me. 


THE    REVIVALIST, 

23  L.  IVL 

The  Pilgrim's  Farewell. 

1  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gOKej, 
I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you^ 

I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  o>n, 
Till  I  a  better  world  shall  view. 


I'll  march  to  Canaan's  land, 
I'll  land  on  Canaan's  shore. 

Where  pleasures  never  end, 
And  partings  are  no  more. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 

My  loving  friends,  farewell  I 

2  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love ; 

Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  words. 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

8  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross. 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven 

You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given^ 

4  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too. 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here. 

Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 
0,  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 

CHORUS. 
{To  any  L.  M.) 

0,  come,  and  let  us  go,  let  us  go,  let  us  ga, 
0,  come,  and  let  us  go,  where  pleas ui-e  never 
diee. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M.  StowelIm 

Tlie  Mercy  Seat. 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 

^Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy  Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowshi])  with  friend, 
Tho'  sundered  far — by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed — 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 

Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat. 

5  There !  there,  on  eagle  wing  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat. 

■6  0,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  Mercy  Seat. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
25  lis.  KiRKHAM, 

The  Christian's  Security. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord;, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said  ? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 


I  have  some  friends  in  glory, 
I  some  time  hope  to  see. 
And  I've  others  on tiieir  journey, 
And  they'll  pray  for  me. 

2  In  every  condi^^ion,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth ; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

•'  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be." 

3  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismayed^ 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall. 

prove,. 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn 7. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 

borne. 

5  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose^ 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ! 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake^ 
I'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake  I" 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

66  &  9s. 
Juy  of  a  Convert. 


1  How  happy  are  they 

Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
Aad  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ! 

Tongue  can  never  expiess 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 


2  That  sweet  comfort  w:is  n^ine 

When  the  favor  divine 
1  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

When  at  first  I  believe,, 

What  true  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  sweet  name : 


3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 

My  Kedeemer  to  know  ; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 


4  Now  my  remnant  of  days 

Would  I  spend  to  his  praise, 
Who  hath  died  my  poor  f-oul  to  redeem 

Whether  man}'  or  few. 

All  my  years  are  his  due, 
3Iay  they  all  be  devoted  to  him 


THE    REVIVALIST, 

27  lis  &  12s. 

Longing  for  Heaven. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way^ 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here. 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 

cheer. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory,  my  home, 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter'd  by  sin. 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  j^ardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears, 

P.  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb^ 
Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
Then  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Oh!  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode? 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns. 

5  Where  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  moet, 
Their  Sa,viour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet- 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll. 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M. 
Canaan,  My  Home. 


1  I'm  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  woe  my  Fonl  shall  fly; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  the  New  Jerusalem 

CHORUS. 

Oanaan,  sweet  Canaan, 
I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ; 
Oh !  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home, 
I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come ; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 

3  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

4  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode 
My  theme  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

CHORUS. 
(To  any  L.  M.) 

We'll  go  on  and  serve  the  juord, 

Halle-hallelujah ; 
We'll  go  on  and  serve  the  Lord, 

Glory  hallelujah! 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C.  M. 

Tlie  lie-  Union  of  Saints. 

I  Immortal  joys  await  the  blest, 

On  yon  eternal  shore  ; 
There  happy  souls  forever  rest. 

And  Borrows  are  no  more. 


Oh  !  that  will  be  jovfnl,  joyful,  joyful. 

Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful ! 

To  meet  to  part  no  more — 

To  meet  to  part  no  more, 

On  that  delightful  shore; 

At  Jesus'  feet,  we  all  shall  meet, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

•2  Millions  have  home  to  glory  gone, 
And  have  obtained  the  prize; 

Still  millions  more  are  pressing  on, 
To  join  them  in. the  skies. 

3  tIt-rp  living  armies  shall,  at  last, 
On  Zion's  mountain  meet ; 

W  '  "1  once  the  stormy  Jordan's  past. 
Their  union  is  complete. 

4  If  friendship  in  this  vale  of  woe, 
AVith  Christians  be  so  sw(^et, 

Wh'd  gushing  ecstixy  shall  flow, 
AVhen  'round  the  throne  we  meet. 

2* 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

30  12s  &  8s.  Mrs.  Gates. 

Home  of  the  Soul. 

1  I  WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land^ 
The  far-away  home  of  the  soul, 

Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering 
strand, 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 

2  O  that  home  of  the  soul,  in  my  visions  and 

dreams 
Its  brigiit  jasper  walls  I  can  see, 
Till  I  fancy  but  dimly  the  vale  intervenes 
Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

3  That  unchangeable  home  is  for  you  and  for  me^ 
Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands ; 

The  King  of  all  kingdoms  forever  is  he, 
And  he  holdeth  our  crowns  in  his  hands. 

4  O  how  sweet  it  will  be  in  that  beautiful  land. 
So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain ! 

With  songs  on  our  lips,  and  with  harps  in  our 
hands, 
To  meet  one  another  again. 

SONG — CHORUS. 

O,  carry  me  to  heaven,  when  I  die, 

To  sing  the  song  of  Moses,  by  and  by. 

O,  father^?,  (mothers,  etc.)  are  you  readj. 

And  don't  you  want  to  go, 

To  join  that  happy  company 

That's  gon-^  on  before? 

O,  yes,  I  want  to  go  to  heaven,  when  I  di^- 

To  smg  the  song  of  Moses,  by  and  by. 


THE    REVIVALIWT. 

S.   M.  DwiGHT. 

Love  to  the  Churoh. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  Church  our  blest  Eedeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God: 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given 

Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brighest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

CHORUS. 
(To  on  Jordan's.) 

On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

Hallelujah ! 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

Hallelujah! 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

P.  M.  Hunter. 

The.  Christianas  Homie. 

1  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest ; 

There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  nflie 
To  fulfil  my  soul's  request. 

CHORUS 

There  is  rest  ior  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  tlie  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you ; 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  bloomings 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand ; 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient- 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory ! 
Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  g» ; 

Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 
You  shall  find  an  entrance  througk, 

CHORUS. 

{To  How  Firm  a  Foundation.) 

I  am  going,  I'm  going  to  fly  away  home 
I  am  going  to  a  city  in  the  skies. 


THE    REVlVALitiT. 

C.  :M.  Newton. 

Suhdued  by  the  Cross, 

1  In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear ; 

Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agonies  and  blood, 

Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

0  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look ; 

It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death. 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair: 

1  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt. 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive ; 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue. 

Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace. 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


TME    REVIVALIST. 

34  7s.  McDonald-. 

Coming  to  the  Cross. 

1  I  am  coming  to  the  cross, 
I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind;. 

I  am  oounting  all  but  dro.ss, 
I  sliull  full  salvation  find. 


I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  tlicc, 
Blest  Lamb  of  Calvary; 
Humbly  at  thy  cross  I  bov/, 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  hath  sighed  for  thee 
Long  has  evil  reigned  within; 

Jesus  svreetly  speaks  to  me, — 
*'  I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin." 

3  Here  I  give  ray  all  to  thee, 
Friends,  and  time,  and  eanhly  stoie, 

Soul  and  body  thine  to  be, — 
Wholly  thine  for  evermore. 

4  In  thy  promises  I  trust, 
Now  i  feel  the  blood  applied: 

I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust, 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

5  Jesus  comes !     tie  fills  my  soul  t 
Perfected  in  him  I  am  ; 

I  am  every  whit  made  whole: 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

83   &   7S.  BOWKING. 

Gloi^jing  in  the  Cross. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

CHORUS. 

r^ound  the  cross  of  Christ  we'll  rally, 
Counting  earthly  tilings  but  dross; 

God  forbid  that  we  should  glory 
Only  in  the  sacred  cross. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy, 

Xever  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 
Lo!  it  giows  with  i^eace  and  joy. 

S  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  screaming, 

Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  tiie  cross  are  sanctiticd; 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


THE    REVIVALIST, 

36  L.  M. 

A  Home  in  Glory. 

1  I  LOVE  my  Saviour,  yes  I  do, 
And  I'll  sing  glory,  glory; 

And  all  the  world  may  love  him  too^ 
And  dwell  with  him  in  glory. 


O  glory!  O  glory! 
There's  room  enough  in  Paradises 
To  have  a  home  in  glory. 

2  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
For  I'll  sing  glory — glory, 

And  shout  his  praise  above  the  sky. 
And  live  with  Liim  in  gloiy. 

3  I  have  some  friends  before 'me  gone» 
AVho  now  sing  glory — gloi-v; 

And  I'm  resolved  to  follow  oi^, 
And  meat  my  friends  in  glory, 

4  If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 
And  find  my  friends  in  glory; 

You  may  tell  Ihem  I'm  comir.g  (00, 
Por  I'm  on  my  way  to  glory, 

CHORUS. 
[To  I  Love  My  Saviouv.] 

And  I'll  sing  hallelujah, 

And  glory  be  to  God  on  high', 

And  I'll  sing  hallelujah, 
There's  glory  beaming  from  tJb,e  sicv 


THE    iiEVTVAJLlST. 

L.  M.  J.  H.  F. 

A  ilome  Above. 

1  I  have  a  home,  a  home  above, 
I  have  a  God,  a  God  of  love; 

1  have  a  Saviour  in  the  sky, 

Who  bids  me  come  to  him  on  high. 

CHORUS. 

A  home  above,  a  home  above. 
Where  all  is  joy,  and  peace,  and  love, 
A  home  above,  a  home  above, 
Where  all  is  joy  and  love. 

2  There  through  eternity  I'll  sing 
The  praises  of  my  Heavenly  King; 
Aloud  m/  ncw-b(jrn  voice  I'll  raise 
To  sli^ac  my  dear  iiodeemer's  praise. 

3  Soon  angels  bright,  with  music  sweet, 
Will  greet  my  weary,  wandering  feet; 
And  thoise  from  here  who've  gone  before 
I'll  meet  upon  that  angel  shoie. 

4  I  have  a  place  above  to  rest, 
Safe  folded  to  my  Saviour's  breast; 
To  dwell  forever  in  his  love, 

Siife  in  my  home,  my  home  above. 

CHORUS. 
[To  I  Have  a  Ho^ne.j 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me? 
Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Go  to  that  beautiful  laud? 
^^2 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

38  C.  M. 

Confessing  Christ. 

1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause, 

Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name ; 
His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 

ISoY  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands. 
And  he  can  well  secure 

What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 
Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  Xew  J  erusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

SONG — CHORUS. 

0  fathers,  (mothers,  etc.,)  will  you  go  with  me? 
O  fathers  will  you  go  ? 

0  fathers  will  you  go  with  me 
To  the  New  Jerusalem  ? 

1  am  bound  for  the  kingdom. 
Lord,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
I  am  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
With  sweet  glory  in  my  soul. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M.  Elliott. 

Just  as  I  Am. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  cue  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  sJied  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come  I 


I  can  no  longer  stay  away, 
I  can  no  longer  stay 
Where  the  gospel  sounds  so  sweetly  to  me, 
I  can  no  longer  stay. 

2  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come ! 

8  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come  1 

CHORUS. 
[To  Just  As  I  Am."] 

0  hinder  me  not! 
For  I  love  to  serve  the  Lord, 
And  I'll  praise  him  when  I  die. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

40  7s.  Double.  Maksh. 

Jesus  Our  Refuge. 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high: 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour !  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee: 

Leave,  O  leave  me  not  alone  ! 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  in  thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defence  ess  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ!  art  all  I  want: 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find; 

Raise  the  fa  len,  cheer  the  faint. 
Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art; 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee: 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart; 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

CHORUS. 
[To  Arise  Jy  Soul.] 

And  can  it  be  that  "He  ioved  me, 
And  gave  himself  for  me?" 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M.  Cbnnick. 

Christ  the  Way. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  tix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

CHORUS. 

I  am  bound  for  the  Promised  Land, 
I  am  bound  for  the  Promised  Land; 
O,  who  will  come  and  go  with  me, 
I  am  bound  for  the  Promised  Land. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  ail  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

4  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blessed  Lamb 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
lifothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

5  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God ! " 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

42  C.  M. 

Jerusalem. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
Name  ever  dear  to  me ; 

When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

cnoRUS. 

T  want  to  go,  I  want  to  go, 
I  want  to  go  there  too ; 
I  want  to  go  where  Jesus  is, 
I  want  to  go  there  too. 

2  Vrhen  shall  these  eyes  thy  neaven-buiW 

walls, 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold. 

3  O,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end. 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom. 
In  or  sin  nor  sorroAv  know; 

Bless'd  seats!    through   rude   and  stormj 
scenes 
I  onw.Td  press  to  you. 

5  Jerusalem !  my  happy  home ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 

Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

3  8s  &  73.  Grant. 

Tlie  Cross  Taken. 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken — 
Thou  from  hence  my  all  shall  be ! 

Perish,  every  fond  ambition — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 

Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition — 
God  and  heaven  are  all  mine  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too; 

Human  hopes  and  looks  deceive  me, 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue; 

I  have  called  thee  Abba  Father, 
I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 
All  must  work  for  j^ood  to  me. 

3  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ; 

Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there 

CHORUS. 
{To  Jesus  My  All.) 

We  are  traveling  home  to  heaven  above, 
Will  you  go,  will  you  go  ? 


THE   REVIVALIST. 

44  8s  &  7s. 

Tfie  Gospel  SJiip. 

1  Lo!  the  gospel  sliip  is  sailing, 
Bound  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore; 

All  who  wish  to  sail  for  glory, 

Come,  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 

cnoRus. 

Glory!  Glory!    Hallelujah! 

All  iier  sailors  loudly  cry; 
While  the  blissful  [>ort  of  glory 

Opens  to  each  faithful  eye. 

2  Thousands  she  has  safely  landed, 
Far  beyond  this  mortal  sb.ore; 

Thousands  still  are  sailing  in  her, 

Yet  there's  room  for  thousands  more. 

8  Pdchly  laden  with  provisions — 
Want,  her  sailors  never  know; 

Gospel  grace  and  every  blessing 
From  her  noble  Pilot  flow. 

4  S'lils  well  filled  with  heavenly  breezes. 

Swiftly  waft  the  ship  along; 
All  her  company  rejoicing; 

*' Glory  I"  bursts  from  every  tongue. 

6  Do  not  fear  the  ship  will  founder, 
Though  the  foaming  billows  roar; 

Jesus  Christ  will  safely  guide  her, 
To  her  destined,  happy  shore. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

45  7s.  Hammond. 

Seeking  a  Preparation  of  Heart. 


1  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 
O,  do  not  our  suit  disdain : 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 


2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend; 
In  compiission  now  descend ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lix)S  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Tliee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 


SONG — CHORUS. 

Seek  him  fathers,  (mothers,  etc.,)  seek  him  early, 

Seek  him  fathers  till  you  find  the  Lord;  * 

]\Liy  I  tell  him  you're  a  coming, 

Trusting  in  his  word  ? 

Been  a  long  time  seeking, 

But  now  I'v^e  found  the  Lord. 

•Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Kewly  born  again; 

Been  a  long  time  seeking, 

But  now  I've  found  the  Lord. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
46  S.  M.  Heath. 

The  Soul  Warned. 

1  My  soul  be  on  thy  giiard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 

The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray; 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  lay  thine  armor  down, 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtan  thy  crown. 

SONG — CHORUS. 

0,  fathers,  (mothers,  etc,)  win  you  meet  me. 
O,  fatiiers,  will  you  meet  me, 
O,  fathers,  will  you  meet  me 
*0n  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 
By  the  grace  of  God  I'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  I'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  I'll  meet  you 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
Then  we'll  shout,  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  we'll  shout,  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  we'll  shout,  and  give  him  glory, 
For  glory  is  his  own. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

i7  8s  &  7s. 

Tlie  Shining  Shore.     '  n 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftlj^  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly      .        j 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

CHORUS. 

For  0,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strani', 

Our  friends  are  passing  over;  i 

And  just  before,  the  shining  shore  I 

We  may  almost  discover !  ' 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  de«u 
Our  heavenly  home  discerning ; 

Our  absent  Lord  the  watchword  gave, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  will  not  yield  "to  sorrow ; 

Our  perfect  rest  nauglit  can  molest, 
There's  glory  on  to-morrow. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever : 

Our  King  says  come,  and  there's  our  hom( 
Forever,  O  forever. 

CHORUS. 

{To  Jesus  My  All.) 

We're  going  home,  we're  going  home. 
We're  going  home,  to  die  no  more ; 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more. 
We're  going  home,  to  die  no  more. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C.  M. 

•  Nearing  the  Better  Land. 

1  My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 
My  race  is  nearly  I'un ; 

My  strongest  trials  now  are  past 
My  triumph  i^  begun. 

CHORUS. 

O  come,  angel  banu, 

Come,  and  around  me  stand; 

O  bear  me  away  on  j'our  snowy  wings 

To  my  immortal  home. 

2  I  know  I'm  nearing  the  holy  ranks, 
Of  friends  and  kindi-ed  dear, 

For  I  brush  the  dew  on  Jordan's  banks, 
The  crossing  must  be  near. 

3  I've  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home. 
My  spirit  loudly  sings ; 

The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  cornel 
I  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 

4  O,  bear  my  longing  heart  to  him 
Who  bled  and  died  for  me; 

AVhose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  siii» 
And  gives  me  victory. 

CHORUS. 
(.To  any  L.  JX.) 

I'll  never  turn  back  any  more, 

No  more,  no  more. 

My  Lord,  no  more, 

I'll  never  turn  back  any  more. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

6s  &  7s. 
Sweet  as  Manna, 

1  My  brethren,  I  have  found, 
A.  land  that  doth  abound 

With  food  as  sweet  as  manna; 
The  more  I  eat,  I  find, 
Tiie  more  I  am  ineUn'd, 

To  sing  and  sliout  Hosanna 

CHORUS. 

l\Iy  soul  now  longs  to  go, 
Where  I  shall  fully  know 

The  glories  of  my  Saviour ; 
And  as  I  pass  along, 
I'll  sing  a  Christian  song: 

I  hope  to  live  forever. 

2  Perhaps  you  think  I'm  wild, 
Or  simple  as  a  child — 

I  am  a  child  of  glory ; 
I  am  born  from  above, 
My  heart  is  full  of  love^ 

I  long  to  tell  the  story. 

S  My  brethren,  can't  you  say, 
That  you  are  on  the  way — 

Are  on  your  way  to  glory  ? 
I  care  not  what's  your  name, 
Heligion  is  the  same — 

A  hope  that's  full  of  glory. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

O  L.  M. 

Going  Home. 

1  My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair^ 
Kor  sin,  nor  sorrow  enters  there ; 

Its  guttering  towers  the  sun  outshine. 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

CHORUS. 

I  am  on  my  journey  home, 
I  am  on  my  journey  home, 

To  the  New  Jerusalem; 
So  fare  you  well,  so  fare  you  welly 

I'm  going  home. 

2  IMy  Father's  house  is  built  on  high 
Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky. 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  fre-e, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

3  While  here  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  roun<l  me  foam, 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own, 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

cnoRus. 
{To  My  Heavenly  Home.) 

Come,  let  us  join  our  hearts  and  hands, 

All  in  one  band  completely ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  lands,, 

Where  the  waters  flow  so  freely ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  landSy 

Where  the  angels  sing  so  sweetly. 


THE    REYIVALIST. 

51  6s  &  4s. 

Nearer  io  Thee. 

1  Nearee,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee; 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me. 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
^Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 
Daylight  all  gone, 

Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 
Steps  up  to  heaven ; 

All  that  thou  sendest  mo 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

4  Or,  if  on  joyful  wing. 
Cleaving  the  sky. 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forget. 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
■     Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C.  M.  COWPER^ 

Walking  with  God. 

1  O  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God ! 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame! 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  I  j 

CHORUS. 

Help  me,  dear  Saviour,  thee  to  own, 

And  ever  faithful  be ; 
And  when  thou  sittest  on  thy  throne. 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed  I 
Ho  V  sweet  their  memory  still  1 

But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

3  Eeturn,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest; 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn^ 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
What'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

5  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame: 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


THE    REVIVALIST, 

53  '  8s  &  7s. 

Glory. 

1  0  SINNER,  come,  without  delay,. 
And  seek  a  home  in  glory ; 

The  Lord  is  caUing  you  to-day, 
He  pleads  for  you  in  glory/ 

CHORUS. 

0  glory!    0  glory  ! 

There's  power  in  Jesus'  dying  love^ 

To  bring  you  home  to  glory. 

2  0  turn  and  live,  to  you  he  cries. 
And  you  shall  share  my  glory ; 

But  if  my  merc}^  you  despise, 
You  can  not  see  my  glory. 

3  Repent,  and  give  him  now  your  heart. 
He  is  the  Lord  of  glory; 

Confess  his  name,  secure  a  part, 
When  he  shall  come  in  glory. 

4  Now  is  your  time — no  more  delay^ 
For  soon  he'll  come  in  glory; 

If  shut  without,  in  vain  you'll  pray— 
You've  lost  all  hope  of  glory. 


Palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory. 
Palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear 
Shout,  O  glory,  O  glory. 
Palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear* 
3* 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

C. M.  Stexnett 

Heaven  in  Prospect. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye ; 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 


O  heaven,  sweet  heaven, 
Dear  heaven  of  the  blest; 

How  I  long  to  be  there, 

In  its  glories  to  share. 

And  to  lean  on  my  Saviour's  breast 

2  0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green. 

And  rivers  of  delight. 

S  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains, 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

4  When  shall  I  reach  that  hajopy  place. 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

h  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  should  round  me 
roU. 

I'd  fearless  launch  away. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

65  7s  &  Gs. 

Longing  to  be  with  Jcsux 

1  O  WHEN-  shall  I  see  .Tesn?, 
And.  reign  with  him  abov^, 

And  from  the  flowing  founLains 
Drink  everlasting  love. 

CHORUS. 

I  am  on  my  way  to  Canaan^ 
I  am  on  my  wa.y  to  Canaan^ 
I  am  on  my  way  to  Canaan,, 
To  the  New  JerusaJem. 

2  When  shall  I  be  delivered 
From  this  vain  world  of  sin^ 

And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 
Ijrink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

3  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before, 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  tells  me  not  to  fear. 

4  Thronerh  grace  I  am  deterniined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die; 

And  then  away  to  Jesus, 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 

5  Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor, 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love 

And  when  the  battle's  end<^U, 
You'll  reign  with  him  aboTcf- 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Happy  Day. 

1  O  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice, 
Oil  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God! 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

CHORUS. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away: 

He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  live  rejoicing  every  day, 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

2  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done — 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine; 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on. 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

S  Now  rest,  my  long-divi<^ed  heart; 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 
Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart, 

With  him  of  every  good  possessed. 

4  High  heaven,  that  heard  tBe  solemn  vow^. 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
'Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 

And  bless,  in  death,  a  bond  so  dear. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

57  C.  M.  Dk.  Milmk 

Waiting  for  Jesus. 

1  0,  LAND  of  rest,  .tor  thee  I  sigh^ 
When  will  the  moment  come, 

"When  1  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home. 


We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
"We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gathered  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know^ 
No  peaceful  sheltering  dome, 

This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest; 
He  bade  me  cease  to  roam. 

And  lean  for  succor  on  his  breast, 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  sought  at  once  my  Saviour's  side, 
No  more  my  steps  shall  roam  : 

With  him  I'll  brave  death's  chilling  tide_. 
And  reach  my  heavenly  home. 

CHORUS. 

{To  Jerusalem,  My.) 

Home,  sweet  home,  my  long  sought  home* 
My  home  in  heaven  above. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 


Judgment  Seat  of  Christ. 

1  0,  there  will  be  shouting, 
Shouting,  shouting,  shouting; 
O,  there  will  be  siiouting 

At  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 
Wives  and  husbands  there  shall  meet, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  shall  meet, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  shall  meet, 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  O,  there  will  be  mourning; 
Moun-ning,  mourning,  mourning, 

'  O,  there  will  be  mourning, 
At  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 
Vf  ives  and  husbands  there  shall  part, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  shall  part, 
Wives  and  husbands  there  shall  part. 
Shall  part  to  meet  no  more. 

3  O,  there  will  be  shouting; 
Shouting,  shouting,  shouting, 
O,  there  will  be  shouting. 

At  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  shall  meet, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  shall  meet, 
Broth'^rs  and  sisters  there  shall  meet, 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more,  etc. 


THE    KEVIVALIST. 

59  P.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  Hope. 

1  Our  bondage  here  shall  end  by  i;nd  hy^ 

From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 
Hail  the  glorious  jubilee, 
And  to  Canaan  we'll  return  by  and  by. 

2  Our  deliverer  will  come  by  and  by, 

And  our  sorrows  liave  an  end 
With  our  threescore  years  and  ten, 
And  vast  glory  crown  the  day,  by  and  by. 

3  Then  friends  shall  meet  again  who  have  loved  j 

Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet 
At  our  dear  Kedeemer's  feet, 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  who  hav3 
loved. 

4  Then,  with  all  the  happy  throng,  we'll 

rejoice, 
Shouting  glory  to  our  King, 
While  tue  vaults  of  heaven  shall  ring. 
And  through  all  eternity  we'll  rejoice. 

SONG — cnoRus. 

O,  fare  you  well ;  0,  fare  you  well ; 

When  we  get  to  h  .'aven,  we  will  part  no  more ; 
Christians  (lathers,  etc.,)  fare  you  well,  0,  fare 
you  well ; 

For  when  we  get  to  heaven  we'll  part  no  more. 
If  you  get  there  before  I  do ; 

And  when  we  getto  heaven,  we'll  p.irtnomore; 
Tell  all  my  friends  I  m  coming  too ; 

And  when  we  get  to  hea\  en,  we'll  part  no  more. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

130  10s  &  9s.  PiiiL    : 

Let  the  Master  In. 

1  Once  I  heard  a  sound  at  my  heart's  dark  doc    | 
And  was  roused  from  the  slumber  of  sm ;         f 

It  was  Jesus  knocked,  he  had  knocked  befori.     j 
Now  I  said,  "Blessed  Master,  come  in." 

CHORUS. 

Then  open,  open, 

Open,  let  the  Master  in ; 
For  the  heart  will  be  bright  with  a  heaven]  v 
light, 

"When  you  let  the  Master  in. 

2  Then  he  spread  a  feast  of  redeeming  love. 
And  he  made  me  his  own  happy  guest ; 

In  my  joy  I  thought  that  tiie  sainus  above 
Could  be  hardly  more  favored  or  blest. 

3  In  the  holy  war  with  the  foes  of  truth, 
He's  my  Shield,  he  my  table  prepares. 

He  restores  my  soul,  he  renews  my  youth, 
And  gives  triumph  in  answer  to  prayers. 

4  He  will  feast  me  still  with  his  presence  diOiw, 
And  the  love  he  so  freely  hath  given. 

While  his  promise  tells,  as  I  serve  him  here, 
Of  the  banquet  of  glory  in  heaven. 

CHORUS. 
{To  Jesus  My  All.) 
I  am  bound  to  live  in  the  service  of  my  Lord, 

I  am  bound  to  die  in  the  army ; 
In  the  array — in  the  army  of  my  Lord, 
I  am  bound  to  die  in  the  army. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

61  L.  M. 

Pilgrims  Bound  for  Canaan, 

1  Pilgrims,  we  are  to  Canaan  boiuia, 
Our  journey  lies  along  the  road; 

This  wilderness  we  travel  round. 
To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 

CHORUS. 

O  happy  pilgrims,  spotless,  fair, 
What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear? 
Our  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  we  are  trav'ling  home  to  God. 

2  O  blessed  land !  O  happy  land ! 
When  shall  we  reach  thy  golden  shore? 

And  one  redeemed,  unbroken  band 
United  be  forevermore. 

3  And  if  our  robes  are  pure  and  white, 
May  we  all  reach  that  blest  abode  ? 

O  yes,  they  all  shall  dwell  in  light, 

Whose  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood. 

4  We  all  shall  reach  that  golden  shore, 
If  here  we  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

Straight  is  the  way,  nnd  straight  the  door, 
And  none  but  pilgrims  find  the  way. 

CHORUS. 
(To  IHlgrims  We  Ar«.) 

O,  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  when  shall  I  see? 
O  when  shall  I  get  tliere? 
c2 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
62  C.  M.  WATm 

Deliverance. 

1  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair. 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 

Without  one  cheering  heam  of  iiope. 
Or  si)ark  of  glimm'ring-  day. 

CHORUS, 

1  own  I'm  base,  I  own  I'm  vilo, 

But  mercy's  all  my  plea; 
Eemember,  Lord,  thy  dying  jjrroans. 

And  then  remember  me. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  gr;ic@ 
Beheld  our  iielpless  grief: 

He  saw,  and  (O,  amazing  love!) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
With  joyful  luiote  he  tied, 

Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break! 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
Their  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gol<i; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  note% 
HiiJ  love  can  ne'er  be  toidl 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

63  7s. 

Rock  of  Ages. 

1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  nie  hide  myself  in  thee: 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure ; 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labor  of  my  blinds 
Can  fulfil  the  law's  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know. 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  toald  not  atone; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace; 
Vile,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
"Wash  mo,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

4  WhiliS  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  heart-strings  break  in  death. 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 

See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne, 
Eock.  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

CHORUS. 

Sing  Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Hallelujah, 
We'll  shout  when  we  meet  him  in  the  air. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 


Revive  thy  Work. 


1  Revive  thy  work,  0  Lord, 

Now  to  thy  saints  appear ; 
Oh,  speak  with  power  to  every  hearty 

And  let  thy  people  hear. 


CHORUS. 

Eevive  thy  work,  0  Lord, 
While  here  to  thee  we  how; 

Descend,  O  gracious  Lord,  descend. 
And  bless  thy  people  now. 

2  Revive  thy  work,  0  Lord, 
And  ma}^  thy  sacred  word. 

With  precious  power  to  every  heart. 
In  living  faith  be  heard. 

3  Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord; 
Give  pentacostal  showers, 

Be  thine  the  glory,  thine  alone; 
The  blessing,  Lord,  be  ours. 

4  Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord, 
And  hear  our  humble  cry, 

And  send  with  a  i^eviving  power. 
Thy  Spirit  from  on  high. 

CHORUS. 

Kindest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morningy 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 

ftar  of  the  east  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  cur  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 


TIfE    REVIVALIST. 

as  CM. 

Religion. 

1  Eeligion  is  the  chief  concern 
Of  mortals  liere  below : 

May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
It's  sov'reign  virtue  know. 

CHORUS. 

Religion's  more  than  life  to  me. 

It's  all  my  soul  desires ; 
It  sets  my  captive  spirit  free, 

And  lifts  my  soul  up  higher. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glit'ring  wealtk 
Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 

Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

S  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom ; 
Twill  fii;  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  Let  deep  repentence,  faith,  and  love. 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove. 

My  heart  to  be  sincere. 


O  how  I  love  religion, 
O  how  I  love  religicHi, 

0  how  I  love  religion, 

1  love  it  in  my  soul. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

8s&7s. 

Saviour,  Visit  thy  Plantation, 

1  Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation. 
Grant  us,  Lord,  -a.  grainous  rain, 

Ail  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 


Lord,  revive  us,  Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee^ 

Lord,  revive  us,  Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high; 

Lest  for  want  of  thy  assistance. 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 
Every  plant  looked  gay  and  green ; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished  ; 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

4  But  a  drouth  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see : 

Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 


I  am  bound  for  the  kingdom. 
Will  you  go  to  Glory  with  me  ?' 
Hallelujah,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 


THE    nEVIVALIST. 

^7  8ri  &  7s.  ROBINSOX 

Hcj  n't  ring  Before  the  Cross. 

1  Stteet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  sju:>nd; 

Life,  and  health,  and  i»eace  i)Ossessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

CHORUS, 

I  love  Jesus,  I  love  Jesus- 

I  love  Jesus ;  yes  I  do ; 
He's  my  Saviour,  hallelujah? 

Jesus  smilf-s,  and  Ir  \^os  me  too. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  the  cross  I  lie; 

"While  I  see  divine  compassion, 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
\Mth  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe; 

Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, ,  ] 
Still  to  my  Redeemer  go  ; 

Prove  his  wounds  the  source  of  healing, 
And  himself  more  truly  know. 

CHORUS. 
(To  Chi  dren  of., 

I'll  praise  God,  and  you'll  praise  God 
And  we'll  all  praise  God  together; 

£'11  praise  the  Lord  for  the  work  that  he  has 
done. 
And  we'll  bless  his  name  forever. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

L.  M  Watts 

Pl^admq  for  Pardon. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free '. 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 


I  love  the  Lv)rd,  for  he  first  loved  me; 
And  he  died  on  the  cross  for  sinners. 

2  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin. 
And  ma^e  my  guilty  conscience  jlean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 

A  nd  past  otfenses  pain  my  eyes. 

3  My  lips  witb  sh^me  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  tigainst  thy  grace : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe^ 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

CHORUS. 

{To  Show  Pity,  Lord.) 

O  pity  me,  dear  Saviour! 
If  there's  any  mercy,  JiOrd, 
O  send  it  down  to  me, 
And  I'll  sing  halle-hallelujah! 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

69  P.  M.  Mrs.  Sladb. 

Footsteps  of  Jesus. 

1  Sweetly,  Lord,  have  we  heard  the  calling, 

Come,  follow  me ! 
And  we  see  where  thy  footprints  falling 
Lead  us  to  thee. 

CHOEUS. 

Footprints  of  Jesus,  that  make  the  pathway  glow; 
We  will  follow  the  steps  of  Jesus  wherever  they 
go. 

2  Though  they  lead  o'er  the  cold  dark  mountains, 

Seeking  his  sheep ; 
Or  along  by  Siloam's  fountains, 
Helping  the  weak. 

:\  If  they  lead  through  the  temple  holy. 
Preaching  the  word ; 
Or  in  homes  of  the  poor  and  lowly. 
Serving  the  Lord. 

[  Though,  dear  Lord,  in  thy  pathway  keeping, 
We  follow  thee ; 
Through  the  gloom  of  that  place  of  weeping, 
Gethsemane ! 

5  By  and  by,  through  the  shining  x^ortals, 
Turning  our  feet. 
We  shall  walk  with  the  glad  immortals^ 
Heaven's  golden  streets. 
d4 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

70  8s  &  7.  EicR 

Beyond  the  River. 

1  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll? 

"Where,  in  ah  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  shall  ne'er  press  the  soul? 

CHORUS. 

Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet. 
Shall  we  meet  bej^ond  the  river? 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll! 

2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 
When  our  storm}''  voyage  is  o'er? 

Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore  ? 

S  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ,  our  Saviour, 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  ow^n? 

Shall  we  know  his  bk-ssed  favor. 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne? 

CHORUS. 
{To  Any  C.  M.) 

A  Saviour,  let  creation  sing; 
A  Saviour,  let  all  heaven  ring; 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours; 
His  fulness  in  <jur  souls  he  pours; 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er; 
We're  joining  ihose  who're  gone  before; 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

71  8s  &  7s. 

Sliall  We  Gather  at  the  River. 

1  Shall  we  gather  at  the  river, 
Where  bri,i;ht  angel  feet  have  trod, 

With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God? 


Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautifnl,  the  beautiful  river. 

Gather  with  the  Saints  at  the  river, 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  Godl 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray. 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever 

All  the  happy,  golden  day. 

3  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 
Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 

Saints  whom  death  shall  never  sever. 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 

4  Soon  we'll  reach  the  shining  river, 
Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease. 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
Witii  the  melody  of  peace. 

CHORUS. 
(7b  O  When  Shall.) 
O  how  charming;  how  charmingi 
How  charming  is  Jesus! 
He  is  iny  redeemer, 
My  Lord  and  my  God. 


THE    REVI^/ALIST. 

72  "  C.  M. 

Salvation. 

1  Salvation!  0  the  joyful  sound, 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 

A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 


I  do  believe ;  I  now  believe, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me ; 

That  J'esus  died  for  all  mankind, 
Yes.  Jesus  died  for  me. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 

But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  ti  heavenly  day. 

S  Salvativ-.i'  let  the  echo  flv 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspir*^  to  raise  the  sound. 

CHORUS. 

Don't  taik  abou^'.  sorrowing  here  below. 
Let's  talk  about  loving  Jesus ; 

Jesus  iny  all  to  heaven  is  gone, 
And  I'^j.  sing  glory,  glory ; 

He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  ujon, 
While  marching  on  to  giory. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

73  7s.  Wesley. 

Sinners  Turn. 

1  Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why ; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give. 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 


O  turn,  sinner,  turn, 

May  the  Lord  help  you  turn, 

O  turn,  sinner,  turn, 

Why  will  you  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn;  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die? 
God.  the  Spirit,  asks  you  wdiy; 

O  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
wily  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

SONG — CHOKUS. 

I  have  a  Saviour  (Father,  etc.,)  over  yonder, 

I  have  a  Saviour  over  yonder, 

I  have  a  Saviour  over  yonder, 

Gn  the  other  bright  shore. 

O,  bless  the  Lord,  I  want  to  go  there, 

O,  bless  the  Lord,  I  want  to  go  tiiere, 

O,  bless  the  Lord,  I  want  to  go  there, 

On  the  other  bright  shore. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

74  C.  M.  HosKiNS. 

Belwld  the  Lamb. 

1  Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Who  takes  away  our  guilt: 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 

That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 


And  is  there  now  no  other  way 
To  Canaan's  peaceful  ground? 

Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
None  other  can  be  found. 

2  From  heaven  he  came  to  seek  and  sav^, 
Leaving  his  blest  abode  ; 

To  ransom  us  himself  he  gave: 
**  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! " 

3  He  came  to  take  the  sinner's  place. 
And  shed  his  precious  blood: 

Jjet  Adam's  guilty,  ruined  race 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God!" 

4  Sinners,  to  Jesus  then  draw  near, 
Invited  by  his  word ; 

The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear: 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God!" 

5  Spirit  of  grace,  to  us  apply 
Immanuel's  i)recious  blood; 

Tbat  we  mav,  with  rhy  saints  on  higl\, 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

P.  M. 

In  the  Arms  of  Jesus. 

1  Safe  in  the  arm<5  of  Jesus, 

Safe  on  his  £'c    t  ■  breabt, 
Tliere  by  his  lovc  o'er  shadowed. 

Sweetly  my  soul  shah  rest; 
Hark !  'tis  tlie  voice  of  angels, 

Borne  in  a  song  to  me, 
Over  the  tie  ids  of  glory, 

Over  the  jasper  sea. 


Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesns, 
Safe  on  his  gentle  Dreast, 

There  by  his  love  o'er  shadowed. 
Sweetly  iny  soul  shad  rest. 

2  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  from  corroding  care, 

Safe  from  the  world's  temptations, 
Sin  cannot  h.irm  me  there. 

Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow, 
Free  from  my  doubts  and  fears; 

Only  a  few  more  trials, 
Only  a  few  more  tears  ! 

3  Jesus,  my  heart's  de.ir  refugo, 
Jesus  has  died  for  me; 

Firm  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  p  itiencc, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er; 
"Wait  till  I  see  the  morning 

Break  on  the  golden  shore. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

76  S.  M.  L.  McWherter. 

ISalvation^s  Free. 

1  Salvation's  free,  indeed, 
Yes,  free  to  one  and  all; 

Then  sinners,  turn  to  him,  and  live,        __ 
Nor  spurn  the  Saviour's  call. 

CHORUS. 

I'm  glad  salvation's  free, 
I'm  glad  salvation's  free; 
Salvation's  free,  for  you  and  me, 
I'm  glad  salvation's  free. 

2  Christ  died  to  save  the  lost; 
The  lost  to  him  must  fly ; 

There's  refuge  in  no  other  name. 
It's  come  to  him,  or  die. 

3  But,  coming,  you  are  saved, 

All  hell  cannot  prevent; 
Salvation  to  a  dying  world. 
Is  just  what  Jesus  sent. 

4  Ho !  every  one  that  thirsts, 
Salvation's  waters  flow, 

And  whosoever  will,  may  come, 
Nor  price,  nor  money  show. 

5  Repent,  believe  and  live — 
Salvation's  the  new  birth; 

**Look  unto  me,  and  be  ye  saved, 
All  ye  ends  of  the  earth." 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

77  7s. 

The  Comforts  of  Religion. 

1  'Tis  religion  that  can  give, 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply, 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 


Shout,  shout,  we're  gaining  ground, 

Oh,  halle-hallelujah ! 
The  love  of  God  is  a  coming  down, 

Oh,  glory  hallelujah ! 
It  has  come  down,  and  it  will  come  down. 

Oh,  halle-hallelujah ! 
It  has  come  down,  and  it  will  come  down. 

Oh,  glory  hallelujah ! 

2  A-fter  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ! 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  niy  bliss  shall  never  end. 

SONG — CHORUS. 

I  have  a  father  (mother,  etc. )  in  the  Promised 

Land, 
I  have  a  father  in  the  Promised  Land ; 
My  father  calls  me,  and  I  must  go. 
To  meet  him  in  the  Promised  Land. 
I'll  away,  I'll  away,  to  the  Pronnsed  xjand, 
i'll  away,  I'll  away,  to  the  Promised  Land; 
3Iy- father  calls  me,  and  I  will  go 
To  meet  him  ir  the  Promised  Land. 
4- 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

78  P.  M. 

The  Christian  Railroad. 

1  The  road  to  heaven  by  Christ  was  made, 
Of  gospel  truths  the  rails  are  laid  ; 
From  earth  to  heaven  this  line  extends, 
To  life  eternal  where  it  ends. 


We're  traveling  home — we're  traveling  home, 
We're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above. 
We're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above, 
To  sing  a  saviour's  dying  love. 

2  The  Bible  is  the  Engineer, 

It  points  the  way  to  heaven  so  clear — 
Through  tunnels  dark  and  dreary  here. 
It  doth  the  way  to  glory  steer. 

3  The  spirit's  fire,  as  true  as  steel. 
Which  drives  the  engine  and  the  wheel; 
All  you,  who  would  to  glory  ride, 

Must  come  to  Christ,  in  him  abide. 

4  Come  on,  poor  sinners — now's  the  time  ! 
At  any  station  on  this  line, 

If  you'll  repent,  and  turn  from  sin. 
This  train  will  stop,  and  take  you  in. 

CHORUS. 
{To  Come  Thou  Fount.) 

Hallelujah !  hallelujah ! 

We  are  on  our  journey  home; 
Hallelujah  !    hLdlelujah ! 

Jesus  smiles,  and  bids  us  come. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

79  9s  &  8s. 

Fatherland. 

I  Theee  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there ; 

Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 


That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land, 
By  faith  its  delights  I  explore  ; 

Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 
A  pure  and  peaceful  abode  ; 

The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell — 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God ! 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone. 
Who  sufFer'd  and  worshipp'd  with  me; 

Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live. 
When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er; 

A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 

CHORUS. 
{To  Jesus  My  All.) 

To  that  land,  to  that  land,  to  that  land  I  ana 

bound, 
Where  there's  no  more  stormy  clouds  arising. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

80  6s,  4s  &  7s. 

Tlie  Happy  Land. 

1  There  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand. 

Bright,  bright  as  day ; 
O,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  evermore. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away ; 
Whv  will  ye  doubting  stand. 

Why  still  delay  ? 
0,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free^ 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  evermore. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye, 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
O,  then,  to  glory  run, 
Be  a  crown  and  king<lom  won; 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

Ileign  evermore  I 

CHORUS. 
(To  Oh,  When  Shall,  Etc.) 

Shout,  O  glory !    for  I  shall  mount  above  the 

skies, 
When  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound  in  that  morn- 


THE    P-EVIVALIST.  4 

81  P.  M. 

Sweet  By-and-By. 

1  There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  tlian  day, 
And  by  faith  we  may  see  it  afar; 

For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dweUing-place  there. 

CHORUS. 

In  the  sweet  by-and-by,  in  the  sweet  by-and-by, 
We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 

2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore 
The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 

And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more 
In  that  home  of  the  soul's  j^erfect  rest. 

3  To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 
We  will  offer  the  tribute  of  praise, 

For  the  glorious  gift  of  his  love, 
And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days. 

CHORUS 
{To  Jesus  My  All.) 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone, 

And  when  we  get  to  heaven  we  will  part  n© 
more ; 
He  whom  I  lix  my  hopes  upon 

And  when  we  get  to  heaven  we  will  Dart  n© 
more. 
So  fare  you  well,  so  fare  you  well, 
.  And  when  we  get  to  heaven  we  will  part  n© 

more ; 
We  will  part  no  more,  we  will  part  no  more, 
And  when  we  set  to  heaven  we  will  part  no 
nioL-e. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

82  C.  M.  CowPEB. 

The  Fountain. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  olood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 

And  sinners  plunged  beneath,  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day ; 

O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

'Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  streara 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  'till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  faltering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

CHORUS. 

(7b  Tm  Glad  that  I.) 

March  on,  and  we  shall  gain  the  ^^ctory^ 
March  on,  and  we  shall  gain  the  day; 
And  we  shall  gain  the  victory, 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

83  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

The  Saviour  Calls. 

1  The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound: 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 

Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 


Come  home,  come  home,  my  child,  come  home, 
Come  to  your  Father's  House; 

And  I'll  sing  hallelujah, 

And  you'll  sing  hallelujah, 

And  we'll  all  sing  hallelujah. 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 


2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
Here  streams  of  bounty  iiow, 

And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 


3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy  s  ^ 
That  gracious  voice  obey : 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys. 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 


4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly. 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

84  C.  M.  Stockton. 

The  Great  Physician. 

1  The  great  Physician  now  is  near, 
The  sympathizing  Jesus ; 

He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 
O,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus. 

CHORUS. 

"Sweetest  note  in  seraph  song, 
Sweetest  name  on  mortal  tongue, 

Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus,  blessed  Jesus." 

2  Your  many  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
O,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus ; 

Go  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 
And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus. 

3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb ! 
I  now  believe  in  Jesus; 

I  love  the  blessed  Saviour's  name, 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus. 

4  "  The  children  too,  both  great  and  small, 
AVho  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

May  now  accept  the  gracious  call, 
To  work  and  live  for  Jesus." 

5  And  when  to  that  bright  world  above. 
We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 

We'll  sing  around  the  throne  of  love, 
His  name,  the  name  of  Jesus. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

85  C.  M.  Watt,s. 

The  Land  of  Pure  Delight. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  nighty 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

CHORUS. 

I  want  to  go,  I  want  to  go,     ' 

I  want  to  go  there  too ; 
Wliere  social  joys  my  heart  shall  fill^ 

I  want  to  go  there  too. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers; 

Deatli,  hive  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood. 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood. 
And  view  the  landsca})e  o'er, 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


O,  the  good  old  way,  it's  the  righteous  way 
I  hope  to  die  in  the  good  old  way. 
d2 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

86  L.  M. 

Time  Speeds  Away. 

1  Time  speeds  away,  away,  away, 
Another  liour,  another  day, 
Another  month,  another  year, 
Drop  from  us  like  the  leafless  sear; 
Drop  like  the  life-blood  from  our  hearts 
The  rose-bloom  from  the  cheek  departs, 
The  tresses  from  the  temples  fall, 

The  eye  grows  dim  and  strange  to  all. 

2  Time  speeds  away,  away,  away, 
Like  torrent  in  the  stormy  day,' 
He  undermines  the  stately  tower, 
Uproots  the  tree  and  snaps  the  flower, 
And  sweeps  from  our  distracted  breast, 
The   friends  that  loved,   the   friends  that 

blessed, 
And  leaves  us  weeping  on  the  shore, 
To  which  they  can  return  no  more. 

3  Time  speeds  away,  away,  away, 
O,  sinner  turn,  no  more  delay, 

A  fearful  and  an  awful  doom, 

Awaits  you  just  beyond  the  tomb. 

The  door  will  shut,  make  haste,  make  haste, 

In  outer  darkness  you'll  be  cast; 

Then  what  will  be  your  fearful  state, 

To  hear  pronounced,  too  late,  Loo  late. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

87  Ogden, 

The  New  "  Over  There:' 

1  They  have  reached  the  sunny  shore, 
And  will  never  hunger  more : 

All  their  grief  and  pains  are  o'er,  over  there ; 
And  they  need  no  lamp  by  night, 
For  their  day  is  always  bright. 

And  their  ISavioiir  is  their  light,  over  there. 


Over  there,  over  there, 

They  can  never  know  a  fear,  over  there ; 

All  their  streets  are  shining  gold, 

And  their  glory  is  untold, 
*Tis  the  Saviour's  blissful   fold,  over 
there. 

2  Now  they  feel  no  chilling  blast, 
For  their  winter  time  is  past, 

And  their  summers  always  last,  over  there; 
They  can  never  know  a  fear, 
For  the  Saviour's  always  near. 

And  with  them  is  endless  cheer,  over  there. 

3  They  have  fought  the  weary  fight, 
Jesus  saved  them  by  his  might, 

Now  they  dwell  with  him   in  light,  over 
there ; 
Soon  we'll  reach  the  shining  strand. 
But  we'll  wait  our  Lord's  command, 

'Till  we  see  his  beck'ning  hand,  over  there> 


TUE    REVIVALIST. 

88  C.  M. 

Tliat  Delightful  Place, 

1  *TwAS'told  me  in  my  early  day, 
That  pleasure's  stream  did  flow 

Gently  beside  life's  peaceful  way — 
I  have  not  found  it  so. 

CHORUS. 

O  that  place,  that  delightful  place, 

The  place  where  Jesus  is; 

The  place  where  the  Christians  all  shal 

meet, 
Shall  meet,  to  part  no  more. 

2  I  thought  there  grew  on  earthly  grounc 

Some  buds  without  decay ; 
But  not  a  single  flower  I've  found 

That  does  not  fade  away. 

S  I  wish  to  see  a  fairer  world: 

I've  heard  of  one  on  high, 
Where  every  tear,  by  one  kind  hand. 

Is  wiped  from  every  eye. 

A  'Tis  said  the  King  of  that  bright  place 
Still  welcomes  travelers  there: 

O  come,  and  let  us  seek  his  grace  1 
Unseen,  he  hears  our  prayer. 

CHORUS. 

{To  Alas!  and  Did.) 

Arise,  mourner,  believe  in  the  Lord, 
And  you  won't  want  to  stay  forever  here. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

89  93.  Jameson. 

Heavenly  Mansions. 

1  Tliere  are  mansions  prepared  in  the  skies, 
By  the  Saviour  wlio  passed  on  before ; 

And  tlie  Cliristian,  whenever  he  dies, 
Finds  a  home  wliere  tiie  saints  die  no  more. 

CHonus. 

Happy  home,  happy  home,  happy  home,  happy 

home, 
Happy  home,  where  the  saints  die  no  more; 
Happy  Lome,  happy  home,  happy  home,  happy 

home, 
Happy  home,  where  the  saints  die  no  more. 

2  Tliere  the  Father  of  mercy  abides, 
Wiiom  the  saints  and  the  angels  adore, 

And  the  river  of  life  gently  glides 
From  his  throne  in  that  world  ever  more. 

3  There  the  Lamb  that  was  slain,  ever  lives, 
In  the  light  of  the  glory  of  God, 

And  to  all  who  obey  iiim,  he  gives 

Kobes  made  white  in  his  own  precious  blood. 

4  There  are  mansions  prepared  for  us  all. 
And  the  Saviour  is  calling  us  home ; 

Sinners,  harken  !  the  Bride  joins  the  call: 
Come  to-day,  for  the  Spirit  says  cornel 

CHORUS. 
{To  Any  8.  M.) 

Then,  sinners,  freely  come, 

To  Jesus  freely  come ; 
He  died  to  seek  and  save  the  lost^ 

And  all  may  freely  come. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

90  P.  M. 

To  Glory  I  mil  Go. 

1  When  I  set  out  for  glory, 
I  left  the  world  behind, 

Determined  for  a  City, 

That's  out  of  sight,  to  find. 


And  to  glory  I  will  go, 

And  to  glory  I  will  go,  I'll  go,  I'll  go, 

And  to  glory  I  will  go. 

2  I  left  my  worldly  honor, 

I  left  my  worldly  fame, 
I  left  my  young  companions. 

And  with  them  my  good  name. 

5  Some  said  I'd  better  tarry. 
They  thought  I  was  too  young. 

For  to  prepare  for  dying, 
But  that  was  all  my  theme. 

4  The  richest  man  I  ever  saw. 
Was  one  that  begg'd  the  most; 

His  soul  was  filled  with  glory, 
And  wdth  the  Holy  Ghost. 

5  And  now  we  are  encourag'd, ' 
Come,  let  us  travel  on, 

Until  we  join  the  angels, 
And  sing  the  holy  song. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

91  Mackay, 

Revive-  Us  Again. 

1  We  praise  thee,  0  God  I  for  the  Son  of  thy 

love, 
For  Jesus  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 

CHORUS. 

Hallehijah  !  thine  the  glory,  hallelujah  !  amen. 
Hallelujah !  thine  the  glory,  revive  us  again. 

2  We  praise  thee,  0  God  !  for  thy  Spirit  of  light, 
Who  has  shown  us  our  Saviour,  and  scattered 

our  night. 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 
Who  has  borne  ail  our  sins,  and  cleansed  every 

stain. 

4  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  God  of  all  grace. 
Who  has  bought  us,  and  sought  us,  and  guided 

our  ways. 

5  "Revive  us  again ;  fill  each  heart  with  thy  love ; 
May  each   soul   be   re-kindled  with  liro  from 

above. 

cnoiius. 

Sing  along,  shout  along. 
Ye  iieaven  born  soldiers; 
Sing  aiong,  and  sbout  along, 
And  pray  by  tbe  way. 
Fear  not,  brethren. 
And  don't  grow  weary, 
And  never  g\t  tired 
Ox  waiung  on  the  Lord. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

Q2  9s  &  7s. 

On  the  Ocean, 

1  We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
Homeward  bound,  we  sweetly  glide. 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

CHOKUS. 

All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 
Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor. 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

2  Millions  now  are  safely  landed, 
Over  on  that  golden  shore ; 

Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 

S  Spread  youi'  sails,  while  heavenly  breezes, 

Gently  waft  our  vessel  on ; 
All  on  board  are  sw^eetly  singing, 

Free  salvation  is  their  song. 

4  You  have  kindred  over  yonder, 

Over  on  that  happy  shore ; 
Dy  and  by  we'll  swell  the  number, 

When  the  trials  of  life  are  o'er. 

^  When  we're  all  safely  landed, 

Over  on  that  golden  shore, 
We  will  join  the  blood-washed  millions. 

And  we'll  sing  forever  more. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

7s. 
JVhen  Shall  We  Meet, 

1  Whex  shall  we  all  meet  again 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigbj, 
Parched  beneath  the  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rollSj, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fiedj^ 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid,, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


CHORUS. 

O,  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb,, 
The  Lamb  of  Calvary ; 
The  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
And  liveth  again. 
To  intercede  for  me. 
And  O,  give  him  glory. 
For  glory  is  his  own. 
5e 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
04  P.  M. 

The  Old  Ship  of  Zlon. 

1  What  ship  is  this  that  will  take  us  all  home. 

O  gloiy,  hallelujah. 
What  ship  is  this  that  will  take  us  all  home, 
O  glory,  hallelujah. 
'Tis  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  hallelujah, 
'Tis  the  old  ship  of  Zion,  hallelujah. 

2  Do  you  think  she  will  be  able  to  take  us  al^ 

home,  etc., 
Do  you  think  she  will  be  able  to  take  us  aM 

home,  etc.  ? 
I  know  she  will  be  able,  hallelujah, 
I  know  she  will  be  able,  hallelujah. 

3  Come    along,   come    along,    and    let    us    g» 

home,  etc., 
Come  along,  come  along,  and  let  us  go  home,  etc 
Our  home  is  over  Jordan,  hallelujah, 
Our  home  is  over  Jordan,  hallelujah, 

4  What  kind  of  freight  have  you  on  board,  etc.^ 
What  kind  of  freight  have  you  on  board,  etc. 

Love  to  God,  and  one  another,  hallelujah, 
Love  to  God,  and  one  another,  hallelujah. 

5  We  have  some  friends  before  us  gone,  etc 
We  have  some  friends  before  us  gone,  etc 

By  and  by  we'll  go  and  meet  them,  hallelujab. 
By  and  by  we'll  go  and  meet  them,  hallelujah. 

6  And  we'll  walk  up  and  down  the  golde« 

shore,  etc.. 
And  we'll  walk  up  and  down  the  golden  shore^ 
etc., 
And  we'll  praise  the  Lord,  forever,  hallelujah. 
And  we'll  praise  ihe  Lord,  forever,  hallelujah. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
55  P.  M. 

A  Call  to  Worh 

1  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
Work  through  the  morning  hours; 

Work  while  tiie  dew  is  sparkhng, 

Word  'mid  springing  flowers ; 
Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
Work  through  tiie  sunny  noon; 

Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon ; 
Give  every  flying  moment, 

Something  to  keep  in  store ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

SdNG — CKORUS. 

I  have  a  father  (mother,  etc.)  in  the  Promisoi 

Land, 
I  have  a  father  in  the  Promised  Land ; 
I  hope  one  day  we'll  all  get  there, 
Away  over  in  the  Promised  Land. 
Away  over  in  the  Promised  Land, 
Away  over  in  the  Promised  Land ; 
I  hope  one  day  we'll  all  get  there, 
Away  over  in  the  Promined  Land. 
Theymustbe  mighty  happ}^  in  the  Promised  Land 
They  must  be  mighty  happy  in  the  Promiisc  d 

Land ; 
And  1  hope  one  day  we'll  all  get  there, 
Away  over  in  the  Promised  Land. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

Gs  &  33. 
Wondrous  Love. 

1  What  wondrous  love  is  this, 

0  my  soul  1 

That  caused  the  Lord  of  bhss 
To  bear  the  dreachul  curse 
For  my  soul  ? 

2  When  I  was  sinking  down, 

Sinking  down, 
Beneath  God's  righteous  frown, 
<Jlirist  1  lid  aside  bis  crown, 

For  my  soul. 

S  Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly, 

Bear  the  news; 
Like  comets  through  the  sky, 
Fill  vast  eternity 

Wilh  the  news. 

4  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King, 

Join  his  praise; 
W^ith  hearts  and  voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string 

In  his'praise. 

5  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb 

1  .win  sing; 
Who  is  the  gre  it  I  AM, 
While  millions  join  the  tneme, 

1  will  sing. 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

97  L.  ]\I.  Stennett. 

Meeting  With  Christ. 

1  Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord. 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  oHer  solemn  prayer  and  prai^e„ 


O  glory,  hallehijah ! 

Praise  him,  hiUelujahl  ^^ 

Glory,  hallehijah,  | 

Praise  ye  tiie  Lord !  1 

2  There  will  the  gracious  Saviour  be. 
To  bless  the  little  company ; 

There,  to  unvail  his  smihng  face, 
And  bid  his  glories  till  the  place. 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  O  Lordt 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  wonl; 

Now  send  the  Spirit  from  above. 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

CHORUS. 
{To  Jesus  My  AIL) 

Hy  Father's  in  heaven — 1  want  to  go  there, 

Halle-hallelujah! 
My  Father's  in  heaven — I  want  to  go  there, 

0  glory,  hallelujah ! 
Whv  don't  you  iro  on  ?  vou're  pretty  nearthere, 

'Halle-hallelujah ! 
Why  don't  you  go  on  ?  you're  pretty  near  there, 

O  glory,  hallelujah! 


THE    REVIVALIST. 
93  6s. 

Give  me  Jesus. 

1  While  wandering  to  and  fro, 
In  this  wide  world  of  woe, 
Where  streams  of  sorrow  flow — 


Crive  me  Jesus — give  me  Jesus 

Give  me  Jesus; 
You  may  have  all  this  world — 

But  give  me  Jesus ; 

2  When  tears  o'erflow  mine  eye, 
When  pressed  by  grief  I  sigh, 
Still  this  shall  be  my  cry — 

3  When  to  the  mercy  seat 
I  go,  my  Lord  to  meet, 

My  heart  shall  still  repeat — 

4  And  when  my  faith  is  tried, 
In  him  will  I  confide, 

And  all  the  storms  outride — 

6  Though  strength  and  friends  should  fail, 
And  foes  my  soul  assail, 
Through  him  I  shall  prevail — 

6  And  when  my  toils  are  o'er, 
When  nearing  Jordan's  shore, 
I'll  shout,  as  up  I  soar — 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

09  C.  M.  Wattr, 

Inspiring  Hope. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


I  want  to  go,  I  want  to  go, 

I  want  to  go  there  too ; 

Where  social  joy  my  heart  shall  fill, 

I  want  to  go  there  too. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come^ 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast, 

CHORUS. 

(To  When  I  Can  Mead.) 

We  are  passing  away. 
We  are  passing  away, 
We  are  passing  away 
To  that  great  Judgment  Day, 


THE    REVIVALIST. 

lOO  C.  M.  Stbblb 

Tlie  Royal  Feast, 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 

For  every  humble  guest. 


Then  sinner,  come,  to  Jesus  come ; 

Come  to  this  royal  feast : 
Come  eat,  and  live,  no  longer  roam. 

Come,  be  a  regal  guest. 

"2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come : 
•O  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms ! 

For  yet  there  still  is  room. 

3  0  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love ; 

While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above ! 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Before  th'  eternal  throne. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more, 
Are  welcome  still  to  come : 

Ye  happy  souls,  the  grace  adore; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX. 


(Reference  to  number  of  Hymn.) 

A  charge  to  keep 1 

Alas!  and  did 2 

Ami  a  soldier 3 

Amazing  grace 4 

Approach,  my  soul 5 

Awake,  my  soul 6 

Arise,  my  souJ 7 

Beyond  where  Cedron's 8 

Behold  a  Stranger 9 

Brethren,  we  have  met 10 

Come,  Holy  Spirit 11 

Come,  humble  sinner 12 

Come,  we  that  love 13 

Come,  thou  Fount .  14 

Come,  ye  sinners 15 

Come  to  Jesus 16 

Children  of  the 17 

Come,  burdened  souls 18 

Did  Christ  o'er 19 

Do  not  1  love  Thee 20 

Drooping  soil  Is ...   .  21 

Farewell,  farewell ..  22 

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AM»HABETICAL   INDEX. 

Farewell,  dear  friends 23 

From  every  stormy 24 

How  firm  a  foundation 25 

How  happy  are  they 26 

T  would  not  live  alway 27 

T'm  glad  that  I  was  born 28 

Immortal  joys  await 29 

twill  sing  you  a  song 30 

I  love  thy  kingdom 31 

In  the  Christian's  home 32 

In  evil  long 33 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross 34 

In  the  cross  of  Christ 35 

I  love  my  Saviour 36 

I  have  a  home 37 

I'm  not  ashamed 38 

Just  as  I  am 39 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul 40 

Jesus,  my  all 41 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 42 

Jesus,  I  my  cross 43 

Lo!  the  Gospel  Ship 44 

Lord,  we  come 45 

My  soul  be  on 46 

My  days  are  gliding 47 

My  latest  sun 48 

My  brethren ,  49 

My  heavenly  home 50 

Nearer,  my  God 51 

O,  for  a  closer  walk 52 

O,  sinner,  come 53 

On  Jordan's  stormy 54 

O,  when  shall  I  see 55 

O,  happy  day 56 

O,  land  of  rest 57 


ALPHABETICAL   INDEX. 

O,  there  will  be  shouting 58 

Our  bondage  here 59 

Once  I  heard  a  sound 60 

Pilgrims  we  are..... 61 

Plunged  in  a  gulf 62 

Eock  of  Ages 63 

Eevive  thy  work 64 

Eeligion  is  the 65 

Saviour,  visit 66 

Sweet  the  moments 67 

Show  pity,  Lord 68 

Sweetly,  Lord,  have  we 69 

Shall  we  meet 70 

Shall  we  gather 71 

Salvation!  O  the 72 

Sinners,  turn  73 

Sinners,  behold 74 

Safe  in  the  arms 75 

Salvation's  free 76 

'Tis  religion 77 

The  road  to  heaven. 78 

There  is  a  place 79 

There  is  a  happy  land - 80 

There's  a  land 81 

There  is  a  Fountain 82 

The  Saviour  calls 88 

The  Great  Physician 84 

There  is  a  land 85 

Time  speeds  away 86 

They  have  reached 87 

'Twastold  me 88 

There  are  mansions 89 

When  I  set  out  for  glory 90 

We  praise  thee,  0  God 91 

We  are  out  on 92 


ALPHABETICAL    INDEX. 

When  shall  we  all 93 

What  ship  is  this 94 

Work  for  the  night 95 

What  wondrous  love 96 

Where  two  or  three — 97 

While  wand'ring  to  and  fro 98 

When  I  can  read  99 

Ye  wretched,  hungry 100 

TO  SONG — CHORUSES. 


I  have  a  Saviour  over  yonder 73 

1  have  a  Father  in  the  Promised  Land 77 

I  have  a  Father  in  the  Promised  Land 95 

O,  Fathers,  ar'nt  3'ou  ha[)py 19 

O,  Fathers,  will  you  go  with  me 38 

O,  Fathers,  will  you  meet  me 46 

O,  fare  you  well,  0,  fare  you  well 59 

O,  carry  me  lo  heaven  when  I  die 30 

Seek  him,  fathers,  seek  liim  early 45 


